Johnny-come-lately,
I plant bulbs stupidly
in the cooling earth
under powder of snow
with a straight spade
I dig up cake-flaps of sod
I disregard directions
and just drop them in,
the oniony things.
This blasted blizzard.
I drop to one knee,
hard of breathing,
hit by BB’s of ice
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
